flora
Flora’s grin unfurls slow and bright as she sinks a little deeper into the nest of blankets, and she gives her head a small shake. "Honestly, I probably should have a conversation with Kai about how much undressing I’m allowed to do in front of friends," she muses, nose wrinkling in that way it does when she’s trying to be both self-aware and very-not. Her fingers toy with the edge of the blanket in her lap, gold rings catching the dim light as she searches for the right word.
"I don’t think he’s controlling or jealous or anything," she says, shoulders rising in a soft shrug as her gaze drifts up toward the low canopy of their fort. "Just...old-fashioned about things like that, I think." The word lands with a sigh, warm and amused, threaded through with affection rather than judgment.
As Danta explains the blood moon’s mischief, her eyebrows drift upward, expression lighting with the kind of understanding that feels almost like relief. "Ohhh," she breathes, a soft exhale that untangles a knot she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. "Well, if that’s the case, then hopefully Asta will take what happened in stride."
The mention of attending another Blood Moon pulls another nose wrinkle from her, this one edged with humour and mild horror. "I finally met Charlie," she says, voice lowered as if the priestess might burst through the blankets at any moment. "And I got the distinct impression she wanted to set me on fire, so..." She lets the implication hang, wry and sparkling, sipping her wine as if it can ward off combustion.
Danta’s grin at the idea of multiple queens draws an answering spark from her, her own smile blooming in mirrored mischief. She nudges his foot lightly with her own, sweater slipping further off her shoulder. "I’ll ask Asta if he remembers anything good up there," she agrees, before talk of his birthday pulls her attention back to him fully, and her smile softens into something warmer and more affectionate. "Well, I hope he throws you a party too—something decadent and loud, so that I can come." She lifts her glass in a teasing salute. "And if not.." Her grin curls wide and conspiratorial. "I’ll just throw you one myself so I can be on the guest list."
"I don’t think he’s controlling or jealous or anything," she says, shoulders rising in a soft shrug as her gaze drifts up toward the low canopy of their fort. "Just...old-fashioned about things like that, I think." The word lands with a sigh, warm and amused, threaded through with affection rather than judgment.
As Danta explains the blood moon’s mischief, her eyebrows drift upward, expression lighting with the kind of understanding that feels almost like relief. "Ohhh," she breathes, a soft exhale that untangles a knot she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. "Well, if that’s the case, then hopefully Asta will take what happened in stride."
The mention of attending another Blood Moon pulls another nose wrinkle from her, this one edged with humour and mild horror. "I finally met Charlie," she says, voice lowered as if the priestess might burst through the blankets at any moment. "And I got the distinct impression she wanted to set me on fire, so..." She lets the implication hang, wry and sparkling, sipping her wine as if it can ward off combustion.
Danta’s grin at the idea of multiple queens draws an answering spark from her, her own smile blooming in mirrored mischief. She nudges his foot lightly with her own, sweater slipping further off her shoulder. "I’ll ask Asta if he remembers anything good up there," she agrees, before talk of his birthday pulls her attention back to him fully, and her smile softens into something warmer and more affectionate. "Well, I hope he throws you a party too—something decadent and loud, so that I can come." She lifts her glass in a teasing salute. "And if not.." Her grin curls wide and conspiratorial. "I’ll just throw you one myself so I can be on the guest list."
and if you'd never come for me, I might've drowned in the melancholy
I swore my loyalty to me, myself, and I, Right before you lit my sky up
I swore my loyalty to me, myself, and I, Right before you lit my sky up
